Me, talking to myself in my MINI, about my MINI and riding bikes.
I just wanted to let you all know that when answering support calls, I have heard much praise about Don and his customer service. Many callers ask for him personally because they say he is so efficient and thorough.
See, I keep telling you guys.
For the first time in 20 years, I have a credit card. Still amazes me, a little, that to get credit, you have to have credit. It’s the last of the great discriminators.
Instead of, “do what you love,” perhaps the more effective mantra for the entrepreneur, the linchpin and maker of change might be, “love what you do.”
If we can fall in love with serving people, creating value, solving problems, building valuable connections and doing work that matters, it makes it far more likely we’re going to do important work.
I’ve been having a hard time finding the correct words lately. The correct words to describe why I am so miserable with my current day job. Leave it to Seth to come up with barely two paragraphs that say exactly what I have been thinking.
I think people are confused. They maybe think I’m lazy or have some bullshit sense of entitlement. That’s not the case at all. I’m far from afraid of hard work. I don’t think anyone owes me anything. I never expect any kind of special treatment. I am truly not happy. Not only do I not love what I do, but it’s such a time suck, such killer to my self esteem, that I don’t even love what I love to do any more. I can’t be bothered and, frankly, just don’t care.
I’ve never been in a rut this bad, and I was an unemployed single father for 4 years. At least then I was happy. I was broke, but happy. I’m practically broke now, but it’s not making me happy. Nothing makes me happy anymore.
I need a change.
In the 6 weeks that ends this Sunday, I have been on call for 18 days. That’s almost 50% of the last 42 days I have been on call. And I was on vacation for 14 of those. Yea, I hate this fucking job.
2 weeks ago I finished a pretty brilliant 2 week vacation. This week is my third consecutive week of work without a day off, finishing on Sunday for a grand total of 21 days worked. In a row. Without a day off. I’m sour as you can expect. Lacking in motivation. Feeling beat. But, at least last week I managed to do ok.
I was on call last week (just like this week and the week before it seems), but I managed to sneak out of the house 3 nights and I’m glad I did. Drank and cussed more than I should have, but I got to catch up with all of my friends and remembered one of the main reasons I really like Arizona.
To those of you that say any of the following:
- Yea, but you got two weeks off.
- If you were in business for yourself, 21 days would be a vacation.
Because I got two weeks off, does that justify having to work 21 consecutive days without a day off? Besides being illegal someplace I’m sure, it’s bad practice and makes it feel like they are trying to get me to quit. Something I will be bringing up with my boss this week in fact.
And, if I were working for myself, I would gladly work all the days in a row, because it would be doing something I enjoy, something I would be passionate about. Not sitting on a phone walking people through restarting their computer.
Anyway, I had a few good days in there. That has to stand for something.
Because of the car I drive, my life is pretty ok and filled with some really great people.
Because of a car.